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The characters and the universe of Supernatural do not belong to me.
I make no profit from this story.

A.N.: This is my first Supernatural fic. So far I
have only seen the first three episodes of Season 1 and a few
episodes of Season 2 and I have no idea what has happened in between.
I hope I don't get the characters too wrong. I also apologize in
advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes as English isn't my
first language.

I fell in love with this show within the first
five minutes and couldn't stop myself from writing a fic about it
;-) This story takes place sometime during the first half of Season
1. I hope you enjoy it. :-)

Calling

By
Silwyna

"Hey Sam, did you
read this?" Dean looked excited at his younger brother. They had
just come back from a successful hunt and had made a short stop at a
gas station. As soon as their car was refueled, they only needed to
grab their bags from the motel in the nearby town and then they could
leave … going right on to the next hunt.

"What?" Sam
looked up at his brother.

"There is an unusual high amount
of deaths in the Reddick Forrest. That's just a few hours from
here. Several people went missing and some were found dead …
apparently their bodies were ripped up by claws. Sounds like a job
for us." Dean said grinning.

"No,
we don't. We hunt one demon after the next, but we're having no
trace of Dad. None!" He nearly shouted the last part. He took a
deep breath and tried to regain control over his feelings. He hated
to lose his temper like this, especially in front of his brother. But
he was tired of this. He only wanted to find their father, find the
demon and get his revenge ... then this would all be over and they
could go on with their lives. However such a life might look like
then.

"That's exactly it, Sam. We have no idea where to
look for Dad. So, as long as we are waiting for any sign of him, we
should do something good. Killing demons saves lives … sounds good
enough for me, don't you think?" Dean glared angrily at his
brother. His attitude annoyed him. Why wouldn't he understand how
important their job was?

"Well, it's not good enough for
me." Sam said stubbornly. Deep down he knew that Dean was right.
But the guilt he felt inside of him grew with every day and the only
way to stop that feeling was finding their father and kill the demon.
Make things right again in his world. Then he might fall asleep again
without being afraid of the dreams.

"That's too bad,
Sammy." Dean said, the anger now clearly audible in his voice. "You
know what? Maybe we should split. You go looking for Dad and I kill
that forest demon."

"Forest demon?" Sam asked with a
raised eyebrow.

"Whatever! It's a demon, it's killing
people and I will hunt it down. You're with me or not?"

"Dad
isn't in the Reddick Forest, Dean, we should …"

"Fine.
I'll do it alone. Call me if you find him, all right?" Dean left
his brother standing where he was and quickly walked to his car. He
started the engine as soon as he was in and without looking back he
drove off.

Dumbstruck Sam watched his brother driving away.
He couldn't believe Dean had just left him here. Their motel was
miles from here, it would take him several hours to get there by foot
… and it was winter. The streets were covered with snow, the sky
looked like it would snow even more and it was freezing cold. He
didn't exactly look forward to walk all the way in this weather.

"Sam?"

Surprised to hear his name, Sam turned
around ... and froze.

"Jade?" He stared at the woman in
front of him. Jade Moore, the sister of the woman he had loved, was
the last person he had expected to see here. Actually he hadn't
though he'd ever see her again. "Wh-what are you doing
here?"

"Like you'd actually care." Jade replied
coldly.

Sam was about to give her a smug response, but
stopped himself before the words had left his voice. He was used to
argue with this woman all the time, but he didn't feel like he had
the right to do so anymore. Her sister was dead and he was
responsible for that. Of course she didn't know that and there was
no real proof to connect him to Jessica's death, but he couldn't
shake the feeling that she would still be alive if she had never met
him. Images of the last time he had seen her flashed through his mind
… he could feel her blood trickling on his face, the heat of the
fire burning on his skin. He heard her screams ... Heard them every
night in his dreams.

He closed his eyes to force the memory
down. He wished he could forget ...

"You're all right?"
Jade didn't know what had made her ask. In fact, she had no idea
what had made her call out for him in the first place. She didn't
care about Sam Winchester anymore. She hadn't liked him very much
when Jess had still been alive, they had usually been fighting every
time they were together. And she downright hated him now after he
hadn't even bothered to come to her funeral. But there was
something in his eyes ... something about him that made her forget
her anger at him for a moment.

"I'm fine." Sam
responded to her question. "It was nice seeing you again."

With
these words Sam turned around and started walking away. He wasn't
in the mood for another fight right now. And fighting was really all
he and Jade had been good at in the past. No real fights actually,
more like quarrels. It seemed they could never agree on anything. It
had actually been fun most of the times. Of course it had driven
Jessica nuts.

"Hey wait." Jade called after him. Again
she had no idea what made her say the next words. "Need a
ride?"

"What?" Surprised Sam turned back to her.

"I
saw your friend driving away. It didn't look like he was planning
to come back anytime soon."

Sam looked shortly at the
direction Dean had disappeared to. She was right. Dean was too
stubborn to come back soon and he was too stubborn to wait here for
his brother to calm down. He thought about her offer for a moment.
There were worse things that could happen than driving in a car with
Jade Moore. A four hour walk in the snow definitely was worse. And it
might be nice catching up with her. Finding out how she and her
family were doing.

"I'm staying in Carlton City. There's
a small motel. If you could let me out there ..."

"Sure."
She tried to keep her voice cold, but something inside her was glad
that Sam wouldn't just disappear out of her life again after only a
few minutes. She tried to ignore that feeling. "Get in."

XXXXXXX

The first few minutes
they drove in silence. Jade was determined not to talk with Sam. He
was the man who had walked out on her sister after all. She still
remembered the last time she talked to Jessica. She had been worried
that Sam had just left in the middle of the night after this brother
had shown up. Something about his behavior had been awkward, she had
said. Jade had asked her then and there if she thought that Sam had
left her, all ready to get in her car and drive to her sister to give
her comfort. But Jess had insisted that Sam hadn't left. Never
would. Because he loved her and she loved him and they had this
wonderful relationship. Well, as it turned out, Sam had left her.
Only Jessica never lived long enough to find that out.

That
thought send a familiar pain through her and increased her
determination not to speak a single word with Sam Winchester if it
wasn't necessary. She already regretted her offer to drive him to
his motel. What had gotten into her? That jerk had left her sister.

But Jade Moore wasn't the kind of girl to stay quiet for
very long.

"What are you doing here anyway?" She asked
after a while, trying her best to let her voice sound anything but
nice. "I thought you were going to law school."

"Why do
you ask?"

"This is the middle of nowhere, Sam. It's
kinda strange to meet you here of all places. So ... Why are you
here?" She cast him a curious look.

"I could ask you the
same." Sam replied evasively.

"You already did. I just
chose not to give you an answer. And why should I ... it's obvious
that you don't care about my family."

"What? What are
you talking about?" The moment the words had left his mouth, Sam
knew exactly what she had meant. He hadn't been to Jessica's
funeral. He hadn't said his condolences to her family. They had
taken him in and always treated him warmly after he and Jess had
become a couple. For a while he had felt like a part of a real
family. And then he had simply turned his back on them. He hadn't
even called or written a card. He took a deep breath to force down
the wave of guilt spreading through him. Jade had every right to
accuse him of not caring.

"Never mind." He looked out of
the window. He wished he hadn't taken her offer to drive him.
Suddenly walking outside in the cold didn't seem like such a bad
thing after all.

"Yeah, just ignore what's going on
around you. That's what you're best at, isn't it." Jade
glared at him angrily. "You told Jess you loved her and she
believed you. But then you just leave in the middle of the night
without an explanation ..."

"It was a family thing." Sam
cut in angrily. "That ..."

"And of course that was more
important than the woman you're supposedly loved, wasn't it? You
couldn't even ..."

"Supposedly loved?" Sam called out
agitated. "You have no idea what you are talking about. I loved
Jess and ..."

"If you had really loved her than ..."

She
never got to finish her sentence. At that moment something big hit
the car and pushed them off the street. Jade tried to regain control
over the car, but it was useless. A second later they crashed down a
steep slope.

XXXXXXX

Angrily Dean leaned on
his car which was parked near the road. He knew he should get back.
Sam couldn't walk all the way to the motel, it was way too cold for
that. Even if he just waited here for him it would be too far. He
would most likely end up with a cold or worse and then neither of
them would get what they wanted.

He cursed his brother for
his stubbornness but at the same time had to admit that he wasn't
much better. They were too much alike for their own good. And if he
was honest with himself, Sam had a point. Hunting down all those
demons did stop them from looking for their father. But he couldn't
just ignore all that was happening. As long as he knew that there was
a demon killing people and he could stop it … he couldn't just
look the other way. And he also knew that Sam felt the same way. It
was drilled into them since they were children. But he also knew that
finding their father was Sam's top priority right now. Mostly
because he hoped that by finding him he would also find a way to kill
the demon who had killed their mother … and the woman he loved.

When Dean looked at his watch, he noticed that he had been
standing here for over half an hour by now. Sam was probably already
on his way, he would have never waited that long for Dean to return.

He was just about to get back in the car and drive back to
pick up his brother, when he saw two ambulances driving down the road
he had just come from.

A bad feeling spread through him. He
couldn't really explain it ... it was highly unlikely that this had
anything to do with Sam. They had only been apart for about half an
hour .. what could have possibly happened to him in that short time?
But he couldn't shake the feeling of dread and quickly got back
into his car. He told himself that he wasn't following the
ambulances. He was only driving the same way to pick up Sam from the
gas station where he would still be waiting, safe and healthy.

He
couldn't say why, but when he saw the ambulances stopping on the
roadside, he slowed down his car as well.

XXXXXXX

Slowly Sam came back to
consciousness. His head was fuzzy and he wasn't sure what had
happened, but he was hurting everywhere. When he tried to move, a
sharp pain spread through his left side and he cried out in pain. He
took a deep breath which caused him to start coughing. It felt as if
he was only inhaling smoke. He looked around himself and a wave of
panic immediately spread through him. He was in a car wreck and the
car was on fire. Frantically he tried to get out, but his leg was
stuck. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get free. Gasping
for breath he gave up and fall back against the seat, exhaustion and
tiredness taking their hold of him.

"Dean?" He tried to
call for his brother, but his voice was barely above a whisper. He
couldn't see Dean anywhere. Where was he? He tried to clear his
mind. Had he been in the car? He couldn't remember. Was this even
his car? It didn't look like the Impala. God, Dean would kill him
if anything happened to his car.

"Sam? Sam, you have to get
out now!"

He turned his head to the voice … she sounded
familiar. "Jess?"

"You have to get out of the car, Sam!
Come on!"

He blinked a few times and finally recognized the
woman who was shouting at him. It wasn't Jessica. The all too
familiar pain he had been able to forget for a few moments returned
and threatened to overwhelm him. Jessica was dead. He closed his
eyes. It would be so easy to just give up now. He could be with her
again. He would just fall asleep and it would all be over. No more
pain …

"Sam, damn it! Wake up! You have to stay awake! I
won't let you die in there. Don't you dare give up now!" Jade's
voice pulled him back and his eyes fluttered open.

His
thoughts went to Dean. He tried to concentrate on him. He couldn't
give up. He wouldn't let his brother down. "You have to … help
me, Jade. I can't …" He gasped for breath. " … can't get
out."

It was getting harder and harder to breathe. His
vision was starting to blur and every breath he took burned in his
chest.

"I … I can't help you." Jade said, the despair
clearly audible in her voice.

Sam looked at her confused. She
was standing right next to the car, she would only have to open the
door and try to pull him out. This couldn't be so hard. She hadn't
even tried yet. "Jade …" He was hit by another coughing fit
after inhaling too much smoke. He knew he couldn't stay awake much
longer.

Sam didn't hear her anymore. His last
thought before slipping away was that Dean would be alone now.

XXXXXX

Dean watched the
ambulances stop on the roadside. He didn't have to guess for long
why … he could see the smoke coming from down the slope. It must
have been a car accident. He let out a relieved breath. Sam hadn't
been in a car. So this really had nothing to do with him.

He
wanted to drive by and go back to the gas station and pick up Sam,
but something made him stop. While he was driving by the ambulance,
the bad feeling in his stomach increased immensely. So he stopped the
car and got out. Maybe he could help. Sam would understand.

He
looked down the slope and saw two bodies lying on the ground. One was
a woman. He couldn't see much of the other person as a man was bent
over him. It looked like he was trying to resuscitate him, doing
mouth to mouth and heart massage. It didn't look good. When the man
moved aside to let the medics get to the injured person, Dean saw the
injured's face … and he felt as if the bottom of his world had
just dropped out.

"Sam …" He shouted and started
running down the slope, seeing Sam's pale and bloody face before
his eyes the whole time. He had looked so lifeless. But he couldn't
be, not Sam. He had been all right just a short while ago. He
couldn't lie down there now and …

Dean had almost reached
Sam when he felt hands pulling him back. Angrily he turned around to
whoever was holding him. "Let go of me!"

"Let the medics
do their job. There's nothing you can do. You're only in the
way." The man who Dean had seen trying to help Sam before the
medics had arrived spoke calmly to him.

"That's my
brother." Dean said helplessly. He looked over at Sam and saw the
medics working on him. There really was nothing he could do.

The
man let go of Dean's arm. "I'm sorry. I'm sure it's not as
bad as it looks."

"How does it look?" Dean asked,
afraid of the answer. He suddenly noticed the blood on the guy's
arms and clothes.

The man followed his gaze. "That's not
all his. The girl is injured pretty bad as well."

Dean
nodded slowly. Right now he could do nothing else but stare at the
lifeless form of his brother lying on the ground. There was so much
blood. He watched how the medics continued the CPR. After what felt
like an eternity Sam's heart seemed to be beating by itself again.
They stopped the heart massage and placed an oxygen mask over Sam's
face. They injected him with something and then put an IV in his arm.

Dean watched all this in a haze. How could this have
happened? Sam had been all right when he had left. Why had he even
been in this car? Who was that woman? And why in god's name had he
left his brother alone at that gas station? How could he have just
driven away?

At that moment the medics put Sam on a stretcher
and started carrying him up the slope. Dean immediately went over to
them and helped. At least he could do something. When his eyes fell
on his brother, it took all his willpower not to stop in his tracks.
Instead he grabbed the stretcher even tighter. Sam's face was pale
and there was a lot of blood running down it's side. He had a toby
collar around his neck and he could see another huge looking wound on
his brother's leg. There was so much blood …

He threw a
glance back at the car … it looked so badly damaged it was a wonder
that anyone had come out of it alive.

He helped the medics
lift Sam into the ambulance and wanted to climb in behind them.

"I'm sorry, Sir. You can't come with us." One of the
medics told him.

"That's my brother. I won't leave
him." Dean said determinedly.

"I'm really sorry, but
there's not enough room. That's your car over there, right? You
can follow us. But we have to go now." The medic motioned for Dean
to step back and then closed the door. Dean watched the ambulance
drive away. For a moment he just stood there in shock … then he
pulled himself together and quickly ran to this car. He wouldn't
let Sam out of his sight again.

TBC

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